They didn't go very far.
They seemed to have nothing to say to each other out in the fresh air.
Without even consulting each other with so much as a nudge, they slowly and instinctively ascended the Rue des Poissonniers, where they went to Francois's and had a glass of wine out of the bottle.

Lantier pushed his comrades inside the private room at the back; it was a narrow place with only one table in it, and was separated from the shop by a dull glazed partition.

He liked to do his drinking in private rooms because it seemed more respectable.

Didn't they like it here?
It was as comfortable as being at home.

You could even take a nap here without being embarrassed.